Holly Winslow knew what he was asking: Did she still regret choosing to study?
She didn't regret it anymore.
Regardless of what the future held for her work or personal life, she didn't regret it anymore. She had already worked hard during the youth she used to regret.
She had worked hard to study, worked hard to get into university, and worked hard to live.
In truth, effort itself is youth—a vibrant, thriving, and ambitious youth.
She said seriously, "I don't regret it anymore."
The ceiling light wasn't overwhelmingly bright, but it illuminated the entire bedroom.
She pointed at the ceiling light with a grin. "I, Holly Winslow, will definitely shine brightly in the near future, and my husband, Mortimer Quincy, will shine brightly too."
Hearing "shine brightly" twice, Mortimer Quincy chuckled. "What are we, a string of twinkling Christmas lights?"
"What's wrong with Christmas lights? Are you looking down on them?" Holly Winslow poked his chest.
